Chapter 92 Mommy Needs A Spanking

“Why aren’t you talking?” Lyla asked.

Hansel could not find the right words to build a statement.

Nevertheless, Lyla grew more suspicious the more he held his silence. “Don’t tell me, you saw...”

Before she could finish, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open and in walked Mark in a composed manner. Looking tall and absolutely stunning, he locked his deep eyes on Lyla on the moment of entry.

Lyla thought she was hallucinating the second Mark walked in. Widening her eyes, she seemed to be in disbelief.

Why-why was he here?

Her first thought was to look at Hansel but the boy appeared unfazed.

Nonetheless, Lyla was dumbfounded!

Could someone tell her what was going on?

She wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming!

However, the pain from her wounds reminded her that it was not a dream!

It was real!

Mark had already known!

Lyla wondered if passing out now would do the trick.

From the looks of Mommy staring intently at Mark, she must be feeling guilty. However, it did not stop Hansel from smiling smugly at this different side of Mommy.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Hansel playfully grinned.

“What do you think is wrong?” Gritting her teeth, Lyla could barely take her eyes off Mark. “Why is he here?”

Mark had already approached her before Hansel could reply. Watching as the scene unfolded, Hansel and Gretel quickly stepped aside and grabbed the popcorn.

Mark walked over and drew close to Lyla. With both arms propping against the bed, his sharp eyes lowered at her. His face may be smiling but Lyla could sense the growing tension in the room.

She felt a chill creeping up her spine.

“Ms. Lowe...” He faintly spoke.

Lyla struggled to put up a smile. “Mr. Pattinson, what brings you here?”

“I was the one who sent you to the hospital!”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Don’t mention it!”

The conversation between them seemed extremely pretentious.

Sure, they may be having a chat on the surface but secretly, they had something else on their minds.

The scene was simply too beautiful for Hansel to watch. Hence, he immediately opened up. “Mommy, I need to go and handle something. I’ll be right back!” With that, he threw Lyla a look that told her that she was on her own before turning to leave.

Gretel was also watching on. With her brother gone, there was no reason for her to stay. Thus, she uttered, “I’m hungry. I’m heading out to grab something to eat!” She then got out of the way.

Mark and Lyla were the only ones left in the room.

Hansel leaned against the door the moment the twins stepped out of the room.

“Hansel, what are you doing?”

“Peeking and eavesdropping!”

“Is it really good to do this?” Gretel asked.

“Don’t you want to watch too?” Hansel replied with a question.

Gretel smiled. “Of course I do!” With that, the duo put their weight against the door. As the door was unlocked, they pushed open a crack that enabled them to observe the situation inside.

Honestly speaking, Hansel wanted to see how Daddy was going to “force” Mommy. This major feud of the century was not one to miss.

Lyla’s thoughts would be worth pondering on if she were to find out that the daughter and son she personally raised were watching them in enjoyment.

Inside, the pair were locking eyes. Words may have failed Lyla but one thing was for sure, Hansel and Mark must have talked. Otherwise, it would not have come to this.

Needless to say, she was giving the double-crossing gremlins, Hansel and Gretel, a dressing down under her breath for hanging her out to dry.

Don’t they know that Mark would give her a scary look, as though he was going to eat her up at any time!

Faced with Lyla’s silence, his eyes flickered and his lips perked. “Ms. Lowe, what’s on your mind?”

It was a weird tingle in the air. Mark stared at Lyla with a complicated look on his face. He was dying to see how this woman was going to explain herself!

“Huh...” Snapping out of her thoughts, Lyla put on a fake smile and said, “I was thinking how I should thank you, Mr. Pattinson!”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Have you come to a conclusion then?”

“No...”

“Okay, since you haven’t made up your mind, you can think about that later. Ms. Lowe, don’t you think you should tell me or explain something to me?” Mark was grinning but the smile seemed twisted and teeth-gritting. Lyla could imagine how much he wanted to strangle her.

“What?” Playing dumb, Lyla acted as though she did not know what he was on about.

“So it looks like you have nothing to say to me!” Mark retorted with a cold smirk. Only god knew how much he wanted to strangle her. Lyla was refusing to confess despite him seeing through her facade.

Noticing the change in his complexion, Lyla blurted, “There is!”

Mark’s facial muscles relaxed a little. “What?”

Lyla spoke with a smile. “I won’t be able to work with my injuries. I need a few days off and hope that you’ll approve the medical leave!”